no way am i a part of this ruckus.
i must be dreaming.
regret, that disillusioned first step.


once again.
i earn my keep from dealing with children.
the irony.


thoughts in literature jargon are a luxury.


incompetence.
i think its synonymous with nuisance.
my internet connection is but one of many.


not another transition post.
i'd rather have it all-or-nothing.


when it feels like my dreams are so far
sing to me of the plans that You have for me
over again.

perfection at 4:54 PM